Jaxon’s heart was beating wildly against his rib cage, as if it wanted out and to strangle someone. He knew he wanted to. From the tension humming under his skin, to the way red was forming at the edge of his vision, he wanted to do more than just strangle someone.
He had watched Aaron hold Calista and touch her, his entire body frozen, until his fingers stopped working and loosened around the mug he was holding before it slipped and broke. That snapped him out of his dazed trance.
They broke apart, and Calista’s eyes found him before Aaron. Jaxon looked at her, and when he saw her eyes were red and swollen, the anger slowly faded.
He walked to her, narrowly missing his foot being stabbed by the broken glass. Aaron shifted on his feet, uneasy.
“Good night,” he muttered to Calista a
